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IZ: Hi-Skool Chapter 25Chapter 25 (the return of the hi school )
Zim sat with Gaz, Grim in his lap. Days had passed from the night his two offspring were born, and still he found himself unable to believe he was holding one in his lap at any given moment.
He found that his children, though the same looking in most respects were very different. Grim was considered more of his in the respects of mental statue, though he was also very shy and he wasn't at all independent. Gemma on the other hand was a very dependent child, already walking about the place and rarely asking for help on anything. She was very friend though, and on occasion would talk up a storm with GIR with her sweet squeaky voice. Grim never really spoke unless he was asking for food or love.
It was an interesting development between the two violet haired toddlers, one that slightly confused Zim as well as greatly astonished him. Though no matter on how they acted or on what sort of trouble they would cause he still loved both of them equall
Iz: Slave to my Tallest Ch10Ch. 10
(Warning this chapter is all about a Sex Scene, please skip if you do not wish to read something rated XM)
Dib lightly laid Zim back as Zim protested, "P-please D-Dib, you don't want to do this, you know you don't."
Dib chuckled, "Zim, quit freaking out, it's making taking off your clothes a chore instead of a pleasure." He then managed to get Zim's shirt off.
Zim squirmed, "Dib! You're not doing me right!"
Dib stopped and blushed, "Then how do I do this?"
Zim sat up, then got closer. Zim then nuzzled into his neck, "Like this..."
Dib blushed and began to nuzzle into his neck once Zim had stopped, then Zim laid back, bringing him along, "Now do you smell my pheromones?" Zim inquired.
Dib took a whiff, and sure enough, in came the sweet and alluring smell. He quivered to the sensation that went through his body by that smell. He could almost taste it, and as that idealization went through his mind, he found his tongue going up Zim's neck, making the irken moan in delight.
IZ: Slave to My Tallest Ch. 9Zim sat alone in the lab, trying to fight his hormonal urges to try and break out. He felt so lonesome down there at the time, however, he knew he had to do this not only for himself but so Dib wouldn't have to see him like that ever again!
Truthfully if he was to choose a mate, he would choose Dib, nevertheless he was convinced that Dib didn't feel the same or he would've stayed and mated with him already.
Zim sighed, hugging his knees closer to his chest, "Such a stupid human. . ."
He let his eyes drift closed, and thought quietly about Dib, and quietly wondered what it would be like to have a smeet with his current tallest. He loved Dib so deeply, in the day he had already been locked down in the lab, he couldn't help but constantly check the security cameras for Dib every so often to make certain he was fine.
He wanted his tallest, but that would be bad to have him here. This realization always made him sigh, and made him wish even more to get a hug from his museful lover.
IZ: Slave to my Tallest Ch. 8Dib walked into the lab, looking around for the jade skinned boy, having to talk to him. He now knew what he was to say to him, he was ready to share the news of love, ready to spread the butter of peace.
"Mmm. . . Butter. . ." He muttered to himself as he walked down the long room, looking for any sign of Zim, or GIR.
Then however, he heard a loud clank, and scrapping sound, close to the sounds of a nail on chalkboard.
Dib covered his ears face filled with a pale surprise. His eyes watered at the sound, and he could barely stand now.
Eventually the sound ceased, and Dib could relax his hands back to his sides. He found himself being dumbfounded, unable to comprehend whatever that sound was, he was almost afraid to look back at the being or creation that could've made it. To him it could've been anything! It could be a creation that had escaped and now was looking for human meat to feast on, or if could be a robot looking for humans to rip apart. All the possibilities scared Dib almost
IZ: Slave to My Tallest Ch7Dib had sat alone for the longest time, indecisive of what was to come next. He did not know if Zim loved him, and truly he had just learned to love Zim.
He knew Zim was pretty much his drone, as he was Zim's tallest, but he still felt almost scared of the little alien, scared to express his feelings of love and friendship to whom he had at once devoted his life to hating.
He sighed sitting back, "Stupid Dib, you could've just ruined your chances with him. . ."
Now as if there was a devil and an angel on each shoulder he began to talk to himself in different tones each opposite. "Just leave it that way, he's just an alien he doesn't have feelings!"
"Oh shut up. . . You know you love him so you should talk to him about it."
"Sissy, no you should be meaner to him, I'll bet he'd be more attracted to a hateful man~"
"No that's not the way to go! He's fragile and needs protected not abused!"
Dib sighed, "I raise a considerable argument, however, I think I'm going with good for today. . ."
Poppy Puppets (A creepy pasta)It all began on a day, a day that was bitterly cold, with harsh winds, threatening the rip at anyone's face that had been unfortunate to be outside that day.
Unluckiness was already on my side as I was one of the misfortunate persons who was trapped outside, trying to tug their way home in the snow on such a God forsaken day.
I had a really bad feeling, not only from Jack Frost nipping at my nose, but a feeling of dread that hung over me, and chilled my spine worse than any snow or cold wind.
I gave a very long deep sigh, "I wish it was still fall. . . At least then I may not be as cold as I am now. . ." My thoughts spilled from my mouth.
I then stopped walking, hearing something beckon me, calling for me to come closer, and honestly I couldn't stop my feet from walking there, I couldn't stop my heart from pounding as the whispers turned to pleading cries for me to come near. So I walked to the empty spot where the cries turned to screams, and where nausea filled me as I looked around,
Stuck-Ch26-IZCh26 Telling the Truth is a Lie
Zim had his hand on his rounding abdomen, as he walked down the corridor to his room. He knew today Dib had off, however he didn't know how to tell him the news he had just learned. He loved Dib, and mating with Nar was a mistake. . .
He felt something tug on his shirt, and he turned, to see little Salem standing next to him. He gave a sweet smile and picked her up, "Hello little one."
She hugged him around his neck, "I was worried."
He sighed petting her hair out of her face, "I'm so sorry. . ." He kissed her forehead, "I'm alright."
She nodded hugging a bit tighter. She didn't ever want to let go of her parent, loving him so deeply now. Without him she'd be long gone, and she knew it, "Please tell me what is wrong."
"S-Salem, you wouldn't understand. . ." He sighed, petting her hair out of her lovely face, "I'll tell you later, but for now I need to tell Dib. . ."
She nodded, then had him put her down, she felt defeated, but she knew he was right, and
IZ: Stuck: Ch25Ch 25 Living
A few weeks later Zim was sitting in the hospital wing, hand on his stomach, feeling so sick that he had to drag a trash can with him. He didn't have go wait long and soon was in a room, laying on one of the medical beds, waiting for his doctor to look at him,
A small Voltrian Woman quietly walked in, and to Zim, and as she sat down she asked, "How are you today sir?"
"I feel like my spooch has been filled with a black liquid and every time I try to eat I throw up." He answered truthfully, in no mood for these questions today.
She nodded, "Tell me your symptoms please."
"My spooch is upset, and Zim has thrown up twice on the way here. It feels like my spooch is expanding past it's normal motion and I'm bloating." He tried to explain as smartly as he could.
She nodded then asked what kind of sexual organs he had, she hadn't ever had an Irken before this, and she needed to know. Zim answered that he had both male and female, just like all Irkens. The doctor was intrigued by
IZ: Stuck: Ch 24Ch 24 The Wrong Idea
(This chapter is subjected to a sex scene, please refrain from reading the area I will mark if you are not ready for such content. I will put a warning where it begins. Thank you and enjoy!)
Nar watched as Zim ran to his bed, and lay with him. Instinctively Nar held the crying male close, listening to his worries and reassuring him everything would be alright.
This was the part of the plan he hated, making Zim feel unloved, and outcasted. It made his heart heavy as he heard the sobs echo off the walls.
He pet Zim's antenna, "Shh~ Shh~ What does he know? You're not fat, your beautiful. You're no waste, you're everything."
Zim nuzzled into his chest, "I-I know. . . Thank you N-Nar. . ." He sounded hoarse from the crying.
Nar smiled and pet his head once again, "Now I'm going to get you a drink, and then we will have a chat, alright?"
Zim nodded as his response, and smiled weakly. Zim felt better around Nar, and it was helping his pain.
Nar lightly pressed his lips to
A trip that changed a life chapter 19
A trip that changes a life chapter 19
“P-P-Princes Niles!” As you looked at the prince a light blush spreads across your cheeks as the memory of earlier came back. Niles slowly walks into your room. You noticed that he seemed a bit anxious. “Is everything alright my prince? Is there something you wish to talk to me about?”
“A-actually I came to give this back to you.” He then holds out the flower crown to you and them places it on top your head.
Atem turns a corner heading towards your room but sees Niles standing outside your door. Atem stops in his tracks.
“What is Niles doing?” He watched as Niles walks into your room. Atem quickly runs and looks in, to see that he has placed the flower crown on top your head.
Your eyes widen as you touched the flower crown on top your head. A smile spread across your lips.
“My flower crown, thank you Prince Niles.”
“It was fine. Um.. Earlier in the Libra
See With Blind Eyes Chapter 12(e/c) Eye color.
(f/c) Favorite color.
(h/l) Hair length.
(h/c) Hair color.
______ Name/last name/nickname.
”Sorry for being late North! We had a pretty tight scedule today, am i right Sandy?” It was a female’s voice, you heard that the sound of fluttering wings was closer to her, so you assumed that she was some sort of angel.
You could hear some sand moving, it was ”Sandy” making an exclamination point above his head, agreeing with her.
You stood up from the armchair, took a few steps forward, and looked towards them with a smile.
”Hm? Oh! Who might this adorable girl be?” You suddenly heard the flutters getting louder and louder, indicating that she was getting closer. You backed up because you were nervous that you’d bump into her, and you tripped on the armest, and fell on the chair.
”Woah you okay there?” You heard Jack ask, that sat on the other armrest.
”Y-yes, i’m oka-” You suddenly got qu
(1) JackxElsa: Guardian's BlessingHe first met her by an accident. A mishap with one of North’s snow globes, as a matter of fact.
One moment, he was getting back at Bunnymund for poking fun at his hoodie and hair with a plan that involved a pile of snowballs, the Easter Bunny’s boomerang and an oblivious elf that was playing with one of the snow globes, and the next moment, he was –
– apparently staring into another pair of rather…small blue eyes.
Startled, he yelped and tripped backwards in midair until his head collided with the ceiling. Giggles erupted from the owner of the blue eyes as he nursed the bump that he felt was going to be on his head.
“Ha ha. Very funny,” he said with his trademark smirk, gathering his bearings to take a better look at the other occupant of the room.
He blinked. Huh. It was a baby.
Judging by the pink color scheme that was generously used around the room, he guessed that it was a baby girl. She looked to be less than a year old – or at lea
The Ringer of Bells 2Chapter Two: Cooped Up Forever
Warm sunlight shone over the top tower of the cathedral, filtering to a nest were a young bird retreated, causing it to awaken slowly. Opening its eyes and raising its head from underneath a wing, the creature gazed around up into the blue sky in amazement and wistfulness, watching a few of its kind swoop and dive gracefully through the unrestricted air.
A footstep was heard against the stone floor, causing the young chick to turn its gaze away, meeting the kind eyes of the noise's owner. A male red echidna stood by the ledge, violet eyes looking at the bird. A simple olive tunic as worn that fell to his thighs, covering the top of brown leggings that were tucked into basic black cloth shoes. Dreadlocked quills hung loose around his head, framing his face that held a friendly smile as he paused near the young flying creature.
"Good morning," he welcomed brightly, his smile growing wider at the answering chirrup the bird gave in response. "Will toda
Glory and Gore PrologueIf I told you what I was,
would you turn your back on me?
And if I seem dangerous,
would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because,
everything I touch isn't dark enough.
Darkness now swirled at the edges of the dimension known as The End, where laughter once arose everyday until time to sleep, now it was nothing more than a farm, worked by the people who lived there. The 'ruler' went by the name Meteor, a ruthless Ender Dragon hybrid who was the only one in the entire dimension who knew the truth about what happened originally. But no matter how hard she tried to silence the rumors of the rightful ruler coming back, they always remained strong. Now she was dealing with the child who was proclaimed their 'savior'.
A small girl, no older than thirteen, was on her knees in front of the golden throne as Meteor twirled the End scepter in her grasp "Anything to say for yourself child? I am being kind with your punishment by letting you live
(8) JackxElsa: Let It GoThe Ice Princess-turned-Queen trudged through the thick snow that lined the mountain. She didn't know how long she had ran, she didn't know where she was going...but she only knew that she had to get away from Arendelle.
Why did she have to run? The reason was simple: Because they had found out. In a moment of weakness, in an attempt to protect herself and with a mistake of her sister taking off her glove and not giving it back, she created a wall of jagged spikes and revealed the existence of her powers.
The look on their guests faces showed mixes of astonishment, horror and worst of all...fear. They feared her magic. They feared her abilities and what she could do with them. They feared her and called her a "monster". Her own fear and sense of self-preservation took over, and she fled the castle grounds, running across the lake...
...and now, here she was.
She hugged herself as the storm raged on, buffeted by the unrelenting snow, and regret filling her being.
The Path to Love... : Chapter 2The German wasn't sure what to do about the unconscious fairy that lay in front of him.He wanted to help the poor thing, but hesitated for fear of doing something wrong. At last he cautiously nudged the small creature, but to no avail.The fairy remained motionless as water continued to drip off his wings.
Deciding that at the very least he could dry the fairy off, Ludwig attempted to pick up the creature. Jolting awake, the fairy saw Ludwig's hand reaching for him and let out a shriek of fear.
"Please don't hurt me!" the fairy begged, starting to cry. "I'm a good fairy, really I am! I don't want to die, so please leave me alone!" As he spoke, the fairy scrambled to his feet and tried to back away.
One of his wings caught the light, and Ludwig realized with a start that it was bent at a wrong angle. "Your ving-!" he started forward, but he stopped immediately when the fairy whimpered in fear.
"Please don't eat me!" the fairy continued to beg, not calming down in the slightest. "Big thin
Life (SkyCanadian One-Shot)I woke up, my vision still partially obscured, but I could make out the greens and brown and blues. I was in a forest. There was a sharp pang of pain in my hand, and I look at it, to see it had been bandaged up with leaves. Clever. That's when I realised the small leaf pile next to me, which held a couple of pieces of raw pork, and a water bottle. I wasn't alone. There was a bow with a sheath of arrows knelt against the tree in front of me, but who would be so generous to leave it here for me? No one, that's who. A perplex shadow cast across the bow, making it shimmer slightly in the light. I got up, enervated, and I groped around the side of the trunk, and a small figure curled back in surprise.
"Mitch," I spoke. "You're here too, come out, I won't hurt you."
He looked up at me, his face shadowed by his red and black checkered hood, the pain in his eyes as clear as day.
"Run.." He mumbled. "It's not safe here!"
At first, I thought this was a dream, I had never been put in a situation
Invader Zim ZADR: Slave To My Tallest (Chapter 3)“First off, Zim’s ability to keep himself from saying certain things is disabled. Secondly, Zim’s emotional suppressors kick off, making it where I become over emotional.” Zim answered.
Dib raised an eyebrow, before saying, “Aren’t you already over emotional?”
Zim gasped, “It has begun!”
Dib rolled his eyes, then he looked at Zim, “What am I supposed to do?”
“Go into my PAK’s mainframe, locate the problem and fix it.” Zim explained it like it was child’s’ play.
Zim then had a terrified look on his face, “But uh- my Tallest, if you happen to come across my medical files, please don’t look at them.”
“Why not?” Asked Dib curiously.
“Just don’t. I cannot control what is going on when my PAK is being tinkered with so I can only plead with you. Please remain away from Zim’s medical files.” Zim pleaded.
“Okay, I’ll do my best.”
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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